Over a week had passed since Keiichi and Sakura had been brought back to life, and life should have been back to normal.  Actually, it was anything but normal.

The Z Warriors all sat in Bulma's lounge on four large sofas arranged in a box shape so that the people sitting on them could all have a group conversation.  On this occasion, the Z Warriors sat watching Krillen and #18 argue over their wedding plans as they sat on the floor next to a coffee table in the middle of the four sofas.  The entire tabletop was hidden beneath piles of bridal magazines, seating plans and material samples.  There had been at least one argument about every item on the table.  There had been arguments about seating plans, tuxedoes, flowers, speeches, bridesmaids, even an argument as to whether to have a chocolate or a fruit wedding cake.  Right now, the argument was about wedding dresses.

"Go away!"  #18 insisted, trying to shoo Krillen away from the bridal magazines she was looking through.  "You're not meant to see!  Haven't you ever heard of bad luck?"

"Who cares about luck?"  Krillen cried desperately, "I'm really curious!"  But #18 wasn't going to give in that easily.

"I don't care how curious you are." She said angrily, "If you don't go away, I'm going to throw you away!  Right off the darn balcony!"

Bulma laughed as she watched them arguing.  Neither of them meant what they were saying; that was what made it so funny.

Bulma had never really thought about getting married.  Her only ever serious relationship had been with Vegeta, and he didn't really seem the type to willingly walk down the aisle.  Then again, Bulma thought to herself, looking at Vegeta.  I've never tried asking him; have I?  Bulma grinned mischievously to herself.

"Vegeta," she said in as flirtatious a tone as she could without making herself sick.  "I've had an idea."

"What?"  Vegeta asked, his attention caught by her tone.  She's up to something.  He thought suspiciously to himself.

"Well," Bulma said, taking a deep breath and gathering courage for what she was about to suggest.  "Why don't we get married some time?"

Vegeta's jaw dropped, and everybody in the room went silent; even #18 and Krillen.  They were all staring at Vegeta and Bulma.

"What?"  Vegeta croaked after a minute, his voice getting caught in his throat as he recovered from the shock of Bulma's sudden proposal.

"I think we should get married."  Bulma repeated, before another idea suddenly hit her.  "Hey!"  She cried, looking at Krillen and #18.  "Why don't we have a double wedding?  Nobody will have to worry about remembering two dates then, will they?  What do you think?  #18?  Krillen?"

#18 and Krillen looked at each other, gob smacked.  #18 shrugged her shoulders at Krillen.  "It's up to you."  She told him, not wanting to be responsible for agreeing if he did not like the idea.

"Yeah!"  Krillen said, beaming.  "That's a great idea.  It'll be really fun; and besides, your loaded, it'll really make the wedding!"

Bulma and #18 smiled at each other.  "Great!"  Bulma said, sitting down beside #18.  "Do you mind if I share your magazines?"

"Help yourself."  #18 said, pushing them over towards Bulma.  "Maybe if we're both on the case, the boys won't be able to sneak a peek at our dresses."

"Or we could get them designed especially."  Bulma suggested, her eyes twinkling.  "It's not exactly going to be difficult to afford."

"Why not?"  #18 said happily, throwing the two large piles of wedding dress catalogues over her shoulder.  "We'll be individual."

And so it began.  Bulma, #18 and Krillen sat down to discuss dresses and flowers, and Vegeta found himself being pulled over to contribute in the work.  While flowers and dresses were discussed, Vegeta could only watch in wide-eyed wonder as #18, Krillen and his new fiancée planned his sudden, unexpected wedding.